Sweet and brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr cold

I was so looking forward to seeing hawks that I never looked at the thermometer this morning. Had I checked I would have known why my hands were freezing. 25 degrees. Still it was a fine few hours. I found one hawk who was being pestered by blue jays. The other hawks were flying in different areas. There were friendly birders feeding the birds. For a change I could shoot the trusting titmice and chickadees. At one point a young red belly woodpecker came over to watch. That was the best. It's hard to see them close up. It was a grey cold day with wisps of snow blowing in. I stayed till my hands were numb.

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